Weekend so long ago...

Alright, I've been really busy.

So, the weekend:

Watched a couple of movies - Liz and I watched Superbad together, which was hilarious. Then I watched District 9 while Liz and Tiff went and saw Letters to Juliet. District 9 was alright; I'm certain I enjoyed it more than I would have enjoyed Letters to Juliet...

Went for a hike - Liz, Tiff and I went for a small walk on Saturday. It was pretty warm (up around 85/30), so it was a good thing we were in a shady area and didn't go far.

Grilled some food - Chicken. It was pretty tasty.

Saw some of Tiff's photos - Tiff drove cross country recently, so she showed us some of her photos from the trip. She went to some pretty cool/interesting places, such as Arches and Zion National Parks, Colorado and Crater Lake.

But, the piece de resistance, perhaps the highlight of my weekend...

Let me set the scene. The sun had just finished going down, but it was still up around 85/30 degrees. Sheet lightning flashed in the clouds in the distance. Tiff, Liz and I decided to check out the annual Greek Festival, which was being held at the Greek church up the road. We were expecting Greek - Greek food, Greek dancing etc. We got closer to the church and noticed a lot of people. A lot more than we expected. We drove past and saw the carnival rides, which we knew would be there, and then fought the car and pedestrian traffic to find a parking spot in a nearby school. We walked to the festival, and as we neared the church we could smell Greek food. It turned out that was the only real hint of Greek we were going to get.

Walking through the festival, which was more just a carnival, was a disappointment. There were 2 tents cooking up Greek food, then it was all carnival. Wade through people, smell some vomit. The lines were ridiculously long, but we didn't plan on going on any rides. We walked past the ferris wheel and turned a corner. Then it happened. One of the most awesome sights I have ever witnessed.

He was big. Not tall - heavy. He looked like a typical carny. He was operating one of the crooked games, charging people large amounts of money to throw darts at balloons to claim poorly made stuffed toys. He was sweaty - his size and the heat were working against him. I saw him bring his hand down, vigorously mopping the sweat away from all over his face. He pulled his hand away from his face and the hand moved back to his head. He had just wiped his face with his hat, and then put the sweaty hat right back on his head. It was simultaneously disgusting and awe inspiring.

I may not have seen everything, but I have seen a sweaty carny wipe his face with his hat and then put it back on his head.